Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.